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05 June 2012 at 11:18 am
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[ Maybe it wouldn't come to much surprise where Sheryl chose to keep her cell phone. Considering that Sheryl's cellphone was currently resting between her breasts ... all the viewer will see is complete darkness. However, the lovely Sheryl's voice can be heard and very clear as day.
Though today --- she doesn't sound very happy. ]
How dare you! Do you know who I am?! I am Sheryl Nome!
[ Other voices were in the background. All sounding confused and shocked:
"That girl just slapped the blonde for some reason."
Meanwile, Sheryl was ignoring them all. ]
Did you believe you can grope Sheryl Nome and get away with it, Pervert?!
Wai--wait a minute! It's all a misunderstanding! It was an accident! I swear!
[ Sorry, Gino. She doesn't seem to be listening to a word you're saying. ]
I hope you know that that doesn't come for free. I hope you are ready to pay ...
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[ Those who are in the area will find a blushing and clearly angry Sheryl crossing her arms over her *~hopes and dreams~* protectively.
Another odd thing about this sight is that ... she is wearing a wedding dress.
You are very welcome to try and break the fight up --- if that is where this is going. With Sheryl's stubbornness, those brave souls who want to try are free to do so! --- at their own risk. ]
04 June 2012 at 10:57 pm
[Her head’s pounding, but not even the headache or the branches in her hair can take away the cheer her memories brought her.]
I did it! I really did it. Kero-chan and Yue-san are safe now! And so is Tomoyo-chan and Syaoran-kun and, and everyone in the city.
I’m sorry for disappearing! I must have worried some people, but it’s okay! Even though I’m not at home, I helped everyone! I don’t have to fight Eriol-kun any longer or put anyone else in danger. [she takes a deep breath and smiles] Everything will surely be alright now.
04 June 2012 at 05:29 pm
[ click! a young woman, seventeen or eighteen at the oldest, is peering expectantly into the video feed. after a moment or two of fiddling with the communicator, she starts talking - to herself. ]
A network-interface device of some sort, huh...? Might be worth looking into, assuming I can put it back together.
[ she grins at that, cracking her knuckles like she's accepting some sort of challenge in the process. ]
Anyway, looks like it's on, so- [ she clears her throat. ] Greetings, fellow inmates! My name's Lucca, and I... [ she pauses for a few moments, awkwardly adjusting her glasses before continuing. ] To be honest, I'm not really sure how to introduce myself here. It's a prison, right...? On second thought, maybe that's all that needs said right now.
[ she flushes a teeny bit, barging on nonetheless. ] Anyway - I understand the need to remove all weaponry upon arrival. It's a sensible approach, really! But just in case our robotic captor is listening... I don't suppose I'd be able to bargain for the return of my Wondershot? Even if it's converted to a non-operational state - an easy fix! - I'd still kind of like it. The thing's got sentimental value, you know!
[ there's a bit of a pause after all that. and then- ]
...Robo, Ayla- Crono- heck, anyone, just let me know if you see this. Until then, guess I'm getting used to this place.
[ and with that, she shuts off the feed. ]
25 May 2012 at 12:33 am
[are you ready for this]
[are you ready]
[Allen is sitting in the dining hall with his head buried in his folded arms and an enormous pile of empty plates stacked neatly next to him]
[he's already made a fool of himself today, so he's just trying to block... the rest of the world out. his instinct is to turtle]
[so that's what he's doing. turtling]
[too bad he's doing it in public, and the moment someone greets him he's going to forget about it!]
[video/action] Beach Party!
23 May 2012 at 06:39 pm
[Michiru has been busy today. She had woken up with sudden urge to throw a party so she had spent most of the morning setting up her idea and finally she is ready to let people know about it.
As the video feed turns on, people will notice that a portion of the beach has been set up for a beach party including drinks, snacks, and appropriate beach games. And of course the teal-haired Senshi throwing the party]
Good afternoon, Marina. It seemed like today is as good a day as any to have a beach party. I have everything that I thought of for games and snacks, but if you can think of, feel free to bring it as well. [And now for the fun part...]
And just to make it a little more fun, let's make it a clothing optional beach party. But please wait until you get to the beach for those who do not wish to join us.
See you here soon.[And video feed out]
[ooc: Why yes, she did say clothing optional. Michiru's all set up at the beach and will stay for as long as there are people there or until the gas wears off which ever comes first. Create threads and tag amongst yourselves and above all, have fun!
If you want to respond to Michiru's video post or interact with her, there is a thread here. Otherwise, notifs are off]
10 May 2012 at 08:49 pm
[Click, click, click, click, click goes the lighter.]
Seems I won't need to be telling any more stories. [He actually scoffs.
And then after a beat he just chuckles.] Oh well.
[Private to Alma;]
Hey kid, got a great job for you. Find the fat white cat Wisely was supposed to be taking care of for me. It should be in sector four. [Since Wisely's not all up in his thoughts rn, he's assuming it was a 2-for-1 loss. If it's not, having someone check up on that idiot's still a good thing. That cat better be alive.] Probably stuck in a damn tree.
[Private to Kitty;]
Hm, how's that rhyme go again... Roses are red, violets are blue...
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09 May 2012 at 12:04 pm
[Nill is gone and a certain Albino is starting to panic. He came back to where they were staying to find her missing. She wouldn't have just left without leaving him some sort of message. He hoped no one here took her, for their sake. So now he was out searching the Dome for her. May as well try to reach her on the Network.]
Nill? Where are you?
[Voice a little stern and strained with concern.]
Has anyone seen her?
Is she with you?
((ooc: Feel free to run into Haine anywhere in the dome at any time of day. He'll spend all day looking for her (Partially in denial that she was sent back without him) ))
voice; [REVERSE INTRO!]
08 May 2012 at 02:34 pm
[upon her arrival, Painwheel definitely had a little bit of an episode. she tore up that welcome basket and flipped her every shit available to be up-ended, and finally inspected the network a little once she calmed down and all the fear and irrational anger subsided—once she realized she's actually in control and she doesn't have to be such a fucking spaz.
it occurs to her, however, that she hasn't properly socialized in a very long time. she's probably bad at carrying on conversation. she also doesn't want to talk about herself. she doesn't want people to see her face. but she wants to know about the other criminals here. she wants to know people like she used to know people. they can't all be bad, right? ...RIGHT??
and so, she's been inspired to make this post!]
...Hello— [her voice is deep and worn, gravelly in its quality, like her vocal chords have been blown out a little.] My...name is Painwheel.
[she takes an unsteady breath in, and manages to push herself forward, a little.]
There's a lot of people here—people who've committed crimes... So I guess that's our common ground, as people... But that can't be it, right?
So...what do all of you enjoy? Who are you? I'd... like to know, I think.
07 May 2012 at 09:03 pm
[You may hear the rapid tap-tap-tap of computer keys being pressed. Or rather, what you may hear is a buzz of clicks that would be said keys being pressed at a ludicrous and frankly inhuman speed.] No way... there's no way any of this can be right--!
[As he's speaking, the video flickers on - it seems he's activated the feed without realizing it. A young man with shaggy-looking dark brown hair is hunched over a local computer terminal typing so fast that his fingers are quite literally blurs. Every so often, he'll pause and listen to the output on the communicator; it seems that he's trying to hack it - or something.]
[He's mumbling to himself.] Modulate the frequency to a shorter wavelength, maybe? No, if it's underwater, then there'd be too much signal degradation, and the encryption... but if this could operate in pulsed bursts then maybe it might have the power, and...
[A pause, and when he speaks his voice is louder, and more urgent.] Hello? Hello! Archangel, do you read me? Archangel! [Nothing. More rapid-fire typing.] Can anyone hear this? ZAFT, ESF, or Orb, please come in!
[Typity type.] Those channels aren't working, then... ah, personal communications, maybe? It's worth a try. [Typing!] Athrun, Cagalli! ...Lacus?
Can anybody hear me?
07 May 2012 at 06:53 pm
[Turning on the communicator was the absolute last resort for the spectacular sorceress known country-wide as LINA INVERSE.
And it's quite apparent, when you look at the state of the room she woke up in. Luckily, no scorch-marks on the wall or burnt upholstery can be seen, but for what Lina lacked in firepower, she made up for in pure rage and destruction.
Lamps are broken. Tables thrown over. Pillows ripped of their stuffing and mattresses gnawed at with angry sorceress fangs. That little 'welcome basket'? Its contents are spread out everywhere around the room, as though the basket itself exploded. (Except for any snacks that were in there, Lina stopped mid-rampage to snack on those, thank you very much.)
Now, glaring into the feed, red-faced and heavily panting, is one. VERY pissed. Red-head.]
WHOEVER IS THE SMARTASS THAT DID THIS IS IN FOR A WHOOOOLE WORLD OF HURT ONCE I'M OUT OF HERE!!! YOU BETTER SHOW YOURSELVES PRONTO IF YOU WANT ANY MERCY!
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07 May 2012 at 07:53 pm
[A young teen has left the hospital wing, journeying off to the computer lab. He has been poking around the available databases. One catches his eye. The Criminal Database. It would be useful to know about everyone around him.]
[He begins a videofeed: ]
Greetings, monsters. Or humans, whatever you want to be called. I see a computer- with further reaching arms than Mother- has collected you. Why it does this instead of partial genocide is beyond me. I will not question it for now. It is perhaps there are no innocent humans.
However, as a minority, I feel you should each inform me of what kind of monster you are! It is only fair, right?
[[OOC: If you choose to respond to Cain, he will use your name from the communicator to retrieve your age and crimes to be viewed publicly. You can post them under whatever you say to him, or I can drag it up. ps this has been mod approved]]
[closed / backdated to early evening day 165 ]
07 May 2012 at 02:13 pm
[after speaking to Sentience, Allen and Zelgadis head back to the latter's place in preparation for an all-you-can-eat dinner. that is a glorious proposal when you eat as much as Allen, and even moreso when the final guest is Saber, and Allen hasn't eaten Zel's cooking before, so it's a win all around~]
[and it's a nice respite, from everything that's been going on lately, and a chance to see some of his friends, and hopefully relax]
[a win all around, and he's looking forward to it]
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05 May 2012 at 02:47 pm
[The convergence of the week's events had her already contemplating this, but it was Neil's injuries the other day that had Lacus refusing to quit until it was done. The church would reopen tonight.]( Cut for length, feel free to skip down to the video )[Video: Open][At first, all the video shows are the stars, shining in the night sky. The camera turns to show the inside of the church from the entry -- it looks entirely different than before. Where there was once plain wood and candlelight there is now light and color everywhere. Not only the stained glass in the windows, but the walls painted in vivid, abstract murals, the altar and pews stained a rich cherry.]
[And on the wall where had once hung a crucifix, and a man from it, a vibrantly colored portrait, of sorts.]
It's finished. [Lacus finally appears on the feed, but not as you might expect. Her expression is stern and her eyes flat and grey, as though the light can't reach them.]
We mustn't allow acts of terror to weaken us. That is the truest war any of us will fight.[She blinks, once, her seriousness giving way.]
I hope... [Her eyelids flutter and her eyes return to normal, reflecting the light once more. But they close again, her balance faltering.]
[The feed cuts off as she hits the floor. If anyone tries to call for her, she doesn't respond.]
((OOC: Action is totally open to any and all! Network replies will be answered after an IC time delay. No need to read what's behind the cut to respond, and I'm sorry for the tl;dr... /)_(\ ))
[ Mingle ]
04 May 2012 at 09:45 am
[Sector 4 is a beautiful, landscaped residential area of the dome, where you'll find many homes, as well as parks, a butterfly pavilion, and a beach with an observation deck for the dolphins! It might be a little chilly for a swim, since it's still winter, but there's plenty of things to do.]
[Maybe you're visiting a friend here, or want to get zen by the meditation waterfall, or sit by the koi pond, or admire the massive cherry blossom tree still in full bloom. Or maybe you're just passing through on your way to the coffee shop in Sector 5 or the arcade in Sector 3, and waiting for people to ambush you!]
[So what are you doing? Anytime of day, with anyone! Just put down your characters and tag around!]
[ The 165th Day ]
30 April 2012 at 06:22 pm
Good morning, everyone. Today is the 165th day of the third generation, and today will be clear and crisp. I have a lot of information to keep in mind after the last few weeks of asking questions, so I will keep today's announcement simple and leave it at that.
Judith, you can pick up your request from any robot in Sector Zero. As for everyone else... Please enjoy yourselves, and let me know if there's anything I can do to facilitate that!
27 April 2012 at 12:15 pm
[Yomi turns the communicator over and over in her hands before bringing it back to eye-level. She can’t quite figure out how put it back the way she was wearing it initially but she manages to turn it on regardless, beaming as she does so. Her cheeks are crimson, her eyes a bit glassy.]
Heeeeey everyone! [Her voice is a bit higher in pitch than usual. The view dangles high above her head for a moment as she stretches out her arms – presumably just to accent how happy she is to talk to the prison at large, and it takes her a few seconds to remember she needs the communicator to, well. Communicate. Arms back down!] Did everyone go to the game at the club? It was so much fun!
Zelgadis – he’s right over there, look! [The feed suddenly gives a close-up of his face. Presumably she thrust the communicator at him. A man with a face visibly and literally made of stone blinks back at it, confused and a little unimpressed.] He was there too and I was drinking water so he gave me something else and it tasted really good! I had four-- five... four. Zelgadis! [Yelling now, because why not. Yomi’s voice amps down after she’s sure she has attention.] I’m glad you’re my friend.
And I’m grateful for all my other friends, too! [Winning smile. Or, it would be a winning smile if she was sober. At present, it falls a little short.] Like—like Noriyuki. We’re going to be husband and wife one day real soon! If I get out. When I get out. When I get out, I am going to —
[It’s only when she tries to enunciate exactly what is the communicator pulled away from her and turned off.
The last audible thing before the feed is killed is — ]
This isn't the way back to the club...
((OOC: Joint drunk-dialing post! After the I Never game, Yomi is completely and unquestionably smashed, Zelgadis is reasonably sober. Feel free to request a certain character otherwise the threads will likely be Yomi with Zelgadis jumping in if needed/wanted. Action optionable, if you want to catch her stumbling around and him frowning. They are outside, presumably heading very slowly toward the shelter.))
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27 April 2012 at 10:10 am
[She's been avoiding the Defense Force headquarters and avoiding the bars which works out since she can't actually go into them. And with the temperature drop and the snow out, she's avoiding the outside too. Instead she's sitting on her bed picking apart the insides of a computer, and making adjustments to it.]
You know, your private posts are a lot easier to hack into than they should be, but you really don't say anything all that entertaining in them either. ( OOC )
26 April 2012 at 05:05 pm
[The video feed clicks on to reveal the resident cool kid who wears his sunglasses at night.]
Hey, everyone. I'm Robin, in case we haven't met yet. I know it's kind of late, but thanks for all the help when I got here. And thanks for all the suggestions about the Defense Force. I joined up not long after I got here, so if you need help or anything, feel free to ask. It's kind of my job.
By the way, are there other people trained in combat here? Training on my own is fine, but having sparring partners would be even better. Besides, how cool would it be to learn combat styles from other worlds? If you're interested, I'll be in the training hall in sector six.
[video | private to comics!Tim]
Hey, do you have some spare time tonight? There's somewhere I want to investigate and a second opinion would be great.
[Feel free to roll on into the training hall. No need to video reply first, if you don't want to!]
17 April 2012 at 09:22 pm
[ He'd come to the library on a whim thanks to a conversation he'd had earlier. It reminded him of something, something he'd been considering ever since he landed in this place. Now the urge to read the entire selection itself was far too tempting. So there he was, volume in hand as he thumbed through the pages in search for that one passage.
You're in for a little poetry today, it seems, inmates. ]
The mind is in its own place, and in itself
Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
What matter where, if I be still the same
And what I should be, all but less than he
Whom thunder hath made greater? Here at least
We shall be free: the Almighty hath not built
Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:
Here we may reign secure and in my choice
To reign is worth ambition, though in Hell:
Better to reign in Hell than serve in Heaven.
[ And the volume is closed with a decisive thud. He takes a moment to set it down before taking his glasses off and wiping them with a handkerchief. ]
I can't help but wonder if any of you have considered that little passage in reference to our plight. It came to mind, earlier. Should we accept our fate as it is and make the most of the situation or should we fight to regain our freedom? It is after all, what we make of this place.
[ And the smallest smile. ]
Call me a curious man.
17 April 2012 at 05:31 am
I have heard that there are those who would call themselves demons living among us.
[Fenris' expression is one of casual disdain. It is clear that he does not think highly of you demon-types.]
Even those whom I once believed to be reasonable. Show yourself, should you have the courage.
[He doesn't have a weapon to beat you all down with, but he'd at least like to know who to keep an eye on. What makes him think people will be honest? Well.
Better to ask, right?]